Markiplier and Jacksepticeye Imagines

Anti-Run (part 4)

~488 words~

Your POV

Darkness. That's all there was. Plain darkness. Nothing more. All of my thoughts were jumbled together. I couldn't move, couldn't see, couldn't think.

Suddenly, there was a voice. It was screaming to stop. Stop hurting him. Who? I felt tugging at my arms. It was faint, but it was there. As the seconds ticked by, it got stronger. Like nails digging into my flesh and a tingling sensation in my palms.

A white light blinded me and I could hear a single voice and feel rain falling on my body. It was a man's voice, but who? It's familiar...

"(Y/N)..? (Y/N) please wake up... Don't you dare die....."

Whoever it was was barely talking at a whisper, straining to make a sound through the heavy sobs. It was driving me mad, trying to figure out who this person was. Then it hit me. Sean.

I was now aware of the numbing pain throughout my entire body. The only thing soothing me was the rain and Sean's arms wrapped around me.

I wriggled my fingers, now able to move, and opened my eyes. We were clearly outside, but grey snow was falling around us and it wasn't melting. Ashes?

Sean didn't seem to notice me slowly gaining consciousness, so I shifted slightly, sending a wave of pain through my body. I winced, trying to suppress the need to yell out.

Sean perked up and started to smile.

"Y-you're a-aliv-ve..." He choked out.

"Yeah..." I breathed.

I sat up hesitantly, pushing down the pain. My head ached and I had to hold a hand to my forehead.

Looking around, I saw we were outside the apartment building, the entire top 2 floors burnt to a crisp. Tons of people were outside, along with police, paramedics, and firefighters. Tears stated to well up in my eyes.

"I did this..." I whispered, the tears falling down my ashy face, making streaks down my cheeks.

"No you didn't." Sean put a hand on my shoulder.

I pulled my knees up to my chest.

"Where's Jack?" I asked, looking around the scene for him.

"He... uh... left? I think?" He said. "Why?"

I shrugged.

Why do I want to know?

 I felt a pang in my heart at what I might have done to him. Why? I have no idea. Maybe... Maybe I don't hate him all that much...

Okay, okay. It's short, but I'm running on 3 hours of sleep and a LOT of cleaning around the house. I got caught up in Supernatural until about 5 in the morning, and my dad woke me up at around 8 or 8:30 to go help my brother with his car. When we got back, my mother made me clean the bathroom, living room, and kitchen. So, I am sorry if you're disappointed, but suck it up, Buttercup. Anyway, stay bossome! And I'll see you in the next thing I write.

~ScarletSepticEye~